Yay! Chapter two is finally here! I kept getting inspired to write other things, plus homework and four different music ensembles to practice for. But Happy Easter, everybody and please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kaichou wa Maid-sama. If I did, I wouldn't be writing a disclaimer, now would I?

Chapter 2

'What is that noise? And why do my head and stomach feel so… I don't even know… out of it. Where am I?'

Misaki opened her eyes and saw nothing. Everything was black. 'Have I gone blind?' She reached up to feel her sightless eyes, but instead felt a piece of fabric covering them. She started to take off the fabric, but a hand caught her wrist.

"No, no, Misa-chan. You can't take off your blindfold. It will ruin the surprise."

"What surprise, baka Usui?" she said, turning towards the place from where his voice had come.

"I can't tell you that either." Misaki could hear the smile on his face.

Suddenly there was a pinging sound and a voice said, "We would like to apologize, Usui-sama. We are about to experience some turbulence, so please fasten your seatbelts firmly. Thank you, Usui-sama."

"An airplane? We're in an airplane?"

"No, we're not."

"Usui, we just had a flight attendant tell us about turbulence and that whirring noise? Obviously, we're in an airplane." She reached up again to take the blindfold off, but Usui caught her wrist a second time.

"We aren't in an airplane, Prez," he said.

"Oh really? Then where are we?" Misaki said in her most scathing voice.

"We're in a jet." The smile was back.

"A jet? We're in a jet?"

"Why do you keep saying things like you don't believe me?" Misaki could picture the pout on her kidnapper's voice.

"Because I don't believe it. Where in the world are you taking me?"

"Not telling."

Misaki glared at him through her blindfold. "Why not?" she said, bitingly.

"'Cuz it's a surprise, Misa-chan. You wouldn't want me to ruin the surprise, would you?" Again, Misaki could picture his face. This time he would be looking at her with big, innocent eyes."

Misaki glared at him as hard as she could, making sure he could feel the coldness through the fabric that obstructed her vision. "Yes, I would."

"Oh. Well, in that case, we're going to America."

"WHAT!?"

Suddenly, something was pressed against Misaki's lips. It was Usui. He was kissing her. "You're being too loud again, Misa-chan," he said. Misaki was sure there was a smirk on his face.

She turned her head the other way and grumbled, "Can I take this stupid blindfold off, now?"

Usui laughed. "Sure thing, Prez. Hold on, I'll untie it for you." Misaki felt something at the back of her head. The blindfold slipped from her face, and she was looking out a window at the ocean below her. It was beautiful seeing the sun reflected on the deep blue water. She peered closer, enthralled. Misaki turned around to look back at Usui and felt a sharp pain in her head. Apparently he had been looking at the ocean over her shoulder and when she turned, they had collided heads. Both held their heads in pain.

"Ow, Prez… Did you really have to head-butt me?"

"I—I didn't mean to. I mean, it wasn't on purpose. I didn't—"

"Usui-sama." The arrival of a smartly dressed, smiling flight attendant interrupted Misaki's ramblings. "Would you like some ice?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you," Usui answered, still not looking up.

The flight attendant continued smiling but when she caught Misaki's eye, the smile turned cold and forced. She turned sharply away and left to get the ice. Misaki gave an involuntary shudder.

The woman quickly returned with an ice pack on a tray. With a start, Misaki noticed that the attendant had changed her appearance. The buttons on her vest and shirt were unbuttoned seductively low, her skirt was shorter, and her hair was in a messy low bun. Misaki quickly looked back out the window, rather than face the woman's spiteful glare again.

"Here is your ice, Usui-sama," she said in a low, husky voice.

"Thanks," Usui said. He smiled at her briefly and then grabbed the ice pack off the tray. "Prez," he said, turning to her. Misaki didn't look away from the window. Usui delicately placed the ice on the side of her temple.

Misaki jerked away, surprised by the sudden cold. She turned towards Usui and saw him smiling at her apologetically. But then she saw the flight attendant again. The woman was glaring daggers at her as she walked away. Misaki opened her eyes wide in alarm and went back to the window. 'How am I supposed to deal with a female who hates me? I can deal with guys who hate me but a girl…? That's never happened before…'

"Prez, here. Take the ice pack," said Usui. "I'm sure your head hurts. You have a hard head, you know," he chuckled.

Misaki grabbed the pack without turning around and placed it on her bump.

"Hey."

"…"

"Prez."

"…"

"Misa-chan—"

Misaki stood up. "I have to go to the bathroom." She left the seats and headed towards the front of the jet. She passed through the curtain that separated the front of the jet and the place where the passengers sat and immediately got slammed into the wall. It was the flight attendant. She grabbed the front of Misaki's shirt.

"Listen, you little bitch," she said menacingly, "I don't know what you did to make Usui-sama take you with him, but he's way out of your league. I've been working on him and his friends for almost a year now, and I do not want you to mess that up for me. So back off!" The woman let go of Misaki's shirt and smoothed back her own hair. Then she smiled pleasantly at Misaki and said, "Please enjoy the rest of your flight. Don't hesitate to call me if there is anything you or Usui-sama needs."

Fluidly, she turned around to go into the flight attendant's section of the jet, leaving Misaki gaping after her. Bewildered, Misaki stumbled back through the curtain and headed back to her seat. 'What just happened?' she thought to herself.

She fell heavily into her seat and resumed staring out the window.

Usui watched her quizzically. He had never seen her this… depressed before. And she wasn't just depressed. She seemed frightened too. Something was very wrong. "Misa-chan…"

"Hmm?"

"What—"

"Usui-sama." The flight attendant was back. "Are there any refreshments that you would care to have at the moment?" she asked, her smile impeccable.

"No. Thank you," he said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. Misaki had visibly tensed up at the sound of the woman's voice, and he was going to find out why.

As the sound of the flight attendant's shoes clacked away, Misaki relaxed slightly. Usui's sharp eyes hadn't missed her reaction, as well as her reaction earlier. The woman was definitely the one who was changing Misaki's mood so drastically, and Usui had a pretty good idea why she was.

"Misa-chan…" he tried again.

"Hmm?"

"I need you to hold still."

Misaki glared at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"Just trust me. Please?" Usui looked at her with puppy-dog eyes.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Because."

"Then no."

"It's because you'll call me a pervert again."

"Oh, in that case, go ahead."

"Really?" Usui's eyes lit up.

"No, baka Usui!" Misaki said scornfully. "Why would I let you do something perverted to me, especially when you told me you were going to do it?"

"Because I did tell you first rather than just doing it," Usui said seriously.

He had a point; Misaki did have to give him that. "… So all I have to do is hold still?"

"Yep."

Misaki pursed her lips, thinking. Usui started fidgeting in impatience.

"This better not be too perverted…" she said, glaring.

"Trust me, Prez. Okay?" Usui could barely hide his enthusiasm.

"…"

Usui took her tensing up and screwing her eyes shut as a yes. He pressed the button that called the flight attendant, then leaned forward and pressed his lips against Misaki's neck. Misaki jumped violently and started to pull away, but Usui put a hand on her arm and murmured into her neck, "Just trust me, please, Misa-chan." Then he resumed kissing her neck. Misaki took a deep breath and bore with the awkwardness of the situation.

"Usui-sa…" the smiling flight attendant trailed off as she took in the scene. She had come immediately in response to Usui's call and her smile faltered for the first time. Misaki watched her watching Usui. The malice was obvious on her face. She caught Misaki's eye and a killing aura surrounded her. Without a single word, she marched back to the front of the jet.

Misaki just watched her walk away until she felt a sudden pain in her neck.

"Ow! What are you doing, you perverted… leech!" she said, shoving him off her neck.

Usui smiled at her in a very self-satisfied way. "Well, I think that will keep her from bothering you now. Don't you think?"

"Uh, no, baka Usui! That just made her even madder at me!" Misaki yelled. "And how did you even know?" she asked a little more quietly.

"I know everything about my personal little maid," he said.

"Hmph," was all Misaki said and rubbed her neck.

"And if you think that it didn't work," Usui continued, "do you think we should try going further?"

"WHAT?!"

Usui leaned in to kiss her, but Misaki was prepared this time. He didn't have the element of surprise, nor was she blindfolded. She clapped a hand over his mouth. She could feel his mouth stretch into a grin under her hand.

"Ow! You bit me!" Misaki jerked her hand away from his mouth and looked at the teeth marks.

Usui looked at her innocently. "What, me, Prez?"

"Yes, you, you perverted outer space alien." She stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm getting a different seat." She started heading out into the aisle.

Suddenly the jet rocked violently and Misaki was knocked off balance and tumbled into Usui's lap.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her possessively. "If you wanted to sit on my lap, Prez, all you had to do was ask."

"Let go of me, baka—"

"Nope. You're mine for the rest of the flight." Usui was definite. He was not going to let go.

"Baka—"

"I don't care what you call me, I'm not letting go."

Misaki slowly stopped struggling. It was useless trying to get out of his grasp. She crossed her arms and refused to relax. This was going to be a long trip.

Usui chuckled again. He decided against kissing the place on her neck where he had injured her. It was discoloring rather quickly. She would freak out on him soon enough when she saw the bruise. It was best now just to hold her. They had a few hours left to go. She'd relax soon enough. Besides, it was a private jet, with only the two of them on board. Where else was she going to go?

I know Misaki is somewhat out of character in this chapter, but she never has dealt with a girl who is strong like her, so I'm not sure how she'd react if that girl didn't like her. Has she even met a girl who didn't like her? I didn't expect the flight attendant to be so prominent in this chapter, but she practically took over, didn't she? Oh well, it was the first time I got to use somewhat foul language in fanfiction, so it was very exciting. Anyway, please review! I hope you liked it. I don't know how long it will be until the next chapter. Probably it'll be a while… I've rediscovered drawing and coloring, which also takes up my time.